Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0ANCWGEDHMF25BZ9JCEMAY

Bill adjusted the ridiculous cat burglar hat perched on his head, its fuzzy ears flopping with every movement. "Right, presents. Got it. The inflatable bounce castle is the weak point, yeah? Kids get too hyped, security gets distracted." Molly sighed, polishing a tiny mirror on a stick. "The weak point is Dave, Bill. He’s the dad. He’s staring at that bounce castle like it owes him money. We need him looking the other way when we shimmy through the doggy door." Bill peered through binoculars painted bright purple. "Doggy door? Bit small, isn’t it? What if I get stuck? Then what? Do you have Plan B? Like, maybe we ask politely?" "Plan B involves you finally mastering the 'silent crawl' instead of sounding like a bear tap-dancing on a bag of chips," Molly snapped, gesturing at the vacuum cleaner he’d brought. "And that’s not a vacuum, it’s a leaf blower. For creating diversions. By blowing things. Loudly." "Blowing things is my specialty!" Bill beamed. "I practiced on Mrs. Henderson’s prize-winning petunias. Didn't go well." "Focus! We enter during 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey'. That’s ten minutes of pure chaos. While Dave’s busy untangling blindfolds and breaking up arguments over who cheated, we slip in, grab the loot, and vanish. Easy." Bill fiddled with a suction cup on a stick. "Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. Like stealing candy from a baby. Speaking of candy..." He eyed a bowl of brightly wrapped sweets on a nearby workbench. Molly smacked his hand away. "Candy is not part of the loot! We need presents! Toys! Maybe gift cards! And absolutely no sugar comas before we exit!" "Got it. Presents. No candy. Got it." Bill nodded sagely, then tripped over a stack of empty pizza boxes, sending a cascade of confetti from a piñata he’d been practicing on everywhere. "Oops. Did I mention the piñata diversion? I bring the stick!" Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just… stand still, Bill. Look non-threatening. Blend. You look like a deranged elf who raided a craft store." "Deranged elf?" Bill straightened his ill-fitting ski mask, which only covered one eye. "I prefer 'eccentric gift liberator'. Ready when you are, boss. Just point me at the loot." He hefted the leaf blower like a weapon. "Let’s make some noise. Or… not. Whatever the plan was."